Nicholas's expression didn't change; he looked entirely accommodating. "Name your price."
Serena held up her fingers. "I bill by the hour. Ten million dollars an hour. As long as the cash is in my account, you can stare at my face as much as you like while I'm acting as your consultant."
Director Kaelen nearly choked on his own breath.
Wasn't this level of greed a bit too much, even for her?
Ten million dollars an hour?
Did she think just because he was the top VIP on Project Zero-Transit, she could commit highway robbery in broad daylight?
Yet, Nicholas didn't even blink. "Deal."
Director Kaelen stared in disbelief.
He finally understood the concept of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object—one dared to extort, and the other didn't hesitate to pay.
Granted, The Panacea was a rare, captivating beauty.
Particularly given her unique, deadly aesthetic.
But The Sterling Sovereign didn't strike him as a man easily swayed by lust.
Yet here he was, casually dropping ten million an hour just to stare at her.
The world of the ultra-rich was truly beyond Kaelen's comprehension.
As for Serena, she beamed the moment she heard his confirmation.
Her previously gloomy demeanor vanished, replaced by a radiant, breathtaking smile.
It gave her cold beauty a suddenly vibrant, deeply seductive charm.
"You are incredibly generous, sir. Well then... please make the transfer. I promise to provide you with the utmost attentive service."
She looked entirely like a money-hungry mercenary who had just hit the jackpot.
Director Kaelen sighed internally.
She had already bled the ship dry, and now she was fleecing The Sterling Sovereign. Who wouldn't be thrilled?
He'd be thrilled too.
His only regret was that The Sterling Sovereign's sexual preferences weren't a bit more flexible.
He wasn't asking for much.
Forget ten million.
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